Quotes About Secrecy

God has worked anonymously since the very beginning—it has always been an inside and secret sort of job. The Spirit seems to work best underground. When aboveground, humans start fighting about it.

It's none of your business anyhow," Wirf said. Words to live by, Sully had to admit. But he kept hearing Peter's mockery. Not really his dog. Not really his house. Not really his business. And there were other not reallys as well. There

We gotta stop meeting like this," he said, poker-faced. "The neighbors, they're starting to talk.

There should be a way to test this, there should be a sex-related metric with which you could measure sex in hotels, especially the illicit variety, but of what would that metric consist?

Rachel: They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb. Annabeth: Was it hard?

Ever come home and found your room messed up? Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to clean it, and suddenly you can't find anything? And even if nothing is missing, you get that creepy feeling like somebody's been looking through your private stuff and dusting everything with lemon furniture polish?

I started to walk away, but she [Clarisse] called out, Percy? Yeah? When you, uh, had that vision about your friends... You were one of them, I promised, Just don't tell anybody, okay? Or I'de have to kill you. A faint smile flickered across her face See you later. See you

Their dad was the god of thieves, but they were about a stealthy as water buffalos.

Okay. But...go easy. We don't want another Albania." "No," Reyna agreed. Their first shadow-travel experience together, two days ago, had been a total fiasco, possibly the most humiliating episode in Reyna's long career. Perhaps someday, if they survived, they would look back on it and laugh, but not now. The three of them had agreed never to speak of it. What happened in Albania would stay in Albania.

The last thing she wanted was people looking for her. No, that wasn't true--the last thing she wanted was people finding her.

Moira and the girls and they soon resumed their furtive

Boy, girl, you just better not try me." He made her swear on the Bible never to tell and never to follow, but still he lay awake a long time. How could he trust everything that mattered to him to a sassy six-year-old? Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.

We need a place, she said, just for us. It would be so secret that we would never tell anyone in the whole world about it.

Chrissie lowered her voice so that he struggled to

But…what if he pretended to be engaged? His mother would feel free to marry the man she loved. How about if I introduce her to my fiancée? Think that would do it? Jim started, then dourly eyed the six chocolate hats Davis had lined up on the counter. Why haven't we heard anything about her until now? Who is she?

each week, before they dealt the cards, my father presented his typed report on himself and my mother to Marika, who copied it in her hand, then burned the original.

Not only in private, but in politics, too.

It's the ones who don't tell you they are informing," he said, "that you have to worry about.

He decided not to try to pin her down on that; he had a feeling it was one he wouldn't win. He hadn't known Isabel Adams an hour before reaching the conclusion that she was extremely unlikely to let slip by accident anything she didn't want him to know.

What occurs under the public gaze with so much pomp and ceremony is often the conclusion, or mere ratification, of what has taken place over weeks or months within the walls of such houses.

The smart kids think I have no shape. But I do. I'm just keeping it hidden. Because who wants them to see?

So why had we stayed silent that day? I suppose it was because even at that age—we were nine or ten—we knew just enough to make us wary of that whole territory. It's hard now to remember just how much we knew by then. We certainly knew—though not in any deep sense—that we were different from our guardians, and also from the normal people outside; we perhaps even knew that a long way down the line there were donations waiting for us.

Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look... Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. Leave your cloths on, Tori, Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. Please.

When Rae got back, she spread her empty hands wide and said Okay, guess where I hid it. She even turned around for me, but I couldn't see a bulge big enough to hide a flashlight. With a grin, she reached down the front of her shirt into the middle of her bra, and pulled out a flashlight with flourish. I laughed. Cleavage is great, she said. Like an extra pocket.